Chapter Three
It had all happened in a whirlwind.
Ella didn’t quite know what to expect, but being married, emptying her apartment, and moving in with Mateo seemed like a dream. Yet, that is exactly what happened.
He got his men to move her stuff, and he gave them orders to take it to his country home. Only, they didn’t go to his country home, but to his penthouse suite in one of the large apartment buildings not too far from where the bar was.
Ella stood in the bathroom after taking a shower, wrapped in a robe, feeling the weight of the wedding band on her finger.
Mateo had everything in place—the ring, the priest, the church, the witnesses.
She no longer had a job. She was Mateo’s wife.
The soon-to-be mother of his children. She had done nothing but think about his proposal this past week, and it had seemed crazy.
There were moments she thought about saying no.
She would look at that picture on her fridge each time she left it, and it would break her heart. It was like her life kept playing all the disappointments over and over again. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
The parents coming to the foster home.
The different foster parents.
Being moved around the country to where people would have her. The bad and the good. She was not going to find what she was looking for, because the truth was, she didn’t have much faith in anyone.
Mateo was different. He offered her the job, and she worked hard, trained well, and had enjoyed working at Cole’s. She also enjoyed their long conversations about nothing and everything.
She knew he had a dark past, just as she did. Only, they were different. She accepted that, as did Mateo.
This was a dream offer. The only thing missing was love. Mateo didn’t love her, and she didn’t love Mateo. But at least they liked each other. She took a deep breath.
Being a virgin at twenty-five had not been her intention. Hooking up with random guys didn’t appeal to her. It was why she had never kissed anyone. Sure, she had dated, and that had been fun, but again, some of those dates were just looking for a good time. How did she know that? They told her.
It was why her picture had started becoming nothing more than a fantasy. Her vision of being a wife and mother was so outdated. Maybe she was born in the wrong era. Either way, Mateo had changed that. They were both looking for the same thing, and they had found each other.
It didn’t help that she was nervous. Stepping away from the bathroom counter, she clenched her hands into fists. Staring at her reflection was not going to get her pregnant, or help her face having sex. She moved toward the door and finally stepped out.
Mateo was already there, in a bathrobe, sitting on the edge of the bed.
He was so handsome. Thick, black hair, with just a few streaks of white.
Thick muscle and she knew from his sleeves being rolled up, that his arms were covered in ink.
There was even some peeking around his neck.
Intense blue eyes. She loved the color blue.
The sky and the ocean. Beautiful things.
She had never been to the ocean, but every day, she got to look up at the sky and marvel at its beauty.
He stood up and she felt her mouth was dry. Ella wanted the floor to open up and swallow her. She felt so embarrassed by her lack of experience, not knowing what she was doing.
Instead of running to the bathroom and cowering behind some piece of furniture, she took a step toward him. She had not gotten through life running and hiding.
Not once did she hide from a foster family who was intent on dishing out punishment. In fact, one of the younger girls had broken a well-loved plate. Ella had stepped in and taken the beating in the young girl’s place. She was no coward, nor a doormat.
Stepping in front of him, she looked up into his eyes. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” she said. She expected him to lose patience, but instead, he tucked some of her hair behind her ear.
“But I do.”
He cupped her cheek, sunk his fingers into her hair, then his lips were on hers and she lost all sense of thought. Her body belonged to him and him alone. She felt an answering pulse between her thighs, and she pressed them together in the hope of keeping some semblance of control.
The kiss didn’t last long, and she felt his hands at the belt of her robe. He tugged, and within seconds, her robe was open. He placed his hands on her shoulders, started to ease it off, and she looked at him, a little shocked as she stood before him naked.
She didn’t get a chance to reach for his robe, as Mateo had already taken matters into his own hands. Ella couldn’t believe she was standing naked, staring at her boss—no, not her boss, her husband. The weight of the wedding band was proof of that. They were married. Together and married.
It was crazy and insane, and she couldn’t quite get her head around it. They were ... married. And naked. She couldn’t forget naked, and Mateo was covered in ink. Where she was soft, he was hard.
He took hold of her hand and placed it on his chest. “You don’t have to panic, Ella. I will go nice and slow, and you will tell me if you need me to stop. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” And then he kissed her.
She didn’t know if anything this good was going to be bad. She loved it when he kissed her, and his large hands running all over her body made her ache in ways she never thought possible.
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It had been a long time since he was a horny teenager, but Mateo was close to losing control.
The urge to throw her on the bed and thrust balls-deep inside her was so strong, and he didn’t know how he managed to hold himself back.
When it came to Ella, over the past couple of years, it was a fucking miracle he had been able to hold himself back. She had been pure temptation.
Never had he spent so much time at one of his bars. He tended to get weekly updates from managers, but he loved to see Ella, loved to watch her work. And he enjoyed talking with her. She was something else. And that feeling had never gone away.
Now, as he ran his hands all over her, he knew he had won the jackpot. Ella was everything. So fucking precious.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
Moving her so she was closer to the bed, he urged her back until her legs touched the bed, and he helped her lie down.
Leaning over her, he stared into her yes. “Trust me.” Then he kissed her lips and trailed down her neck. Flicking his tongue across the pulse at the base of her neck, he couldn’t resist biting down, hearing her quiet moan.
Her nipples were already rock-hard, and he took note of what made her body sing.
He wanted to have her soaking wet, dripping with cum, before he slammed balls-deep inside her.
There would be no condom between them. She was going to be the first woman he had ever been with without wearing a condom, and that was fucking surreal to him.
Running his lips down the valley of her tits, he moved to one of her nipples and sucked on the hard bud. She arched up against him, and he moved to her other nipple. At the same time, he teased the bud he had just sucked, keeping it nice and puckered.
There would be plenty of time to explore her tits, but for now he wanted to taste her virgin cunt. Kissing down her body, he felt something primal come over him as he thought about the fact no man had touched her. No man had been inside her. Ella was all his.
It felt fucking good, and he eased the lips of her sex open, staring at her sweet pussy.
Her clit was already swollen, and she was wet to the touch.
Taking that swollen bud into his mouth, he sucked on her, hearing her moan his name, screaming and arching up against him.
He could do this all day long. He loved how free she was, and she was not acting.
This was all natural. He swirled his tongue across her clit, sliding back and forth, and then sucking it into his mouth.
He used his teeth to create the right amount of pressure to have her crying out.
She was making his dick so freaking hard. The moans she made were the sweetest sounds. He didn’t want her to ever freaking stop.
Sliding his hands beneath her ass, he saw her as the precious gift she was. It was like she had been sent to him straight out of his dreams, and he was not going to let her go.
He wanted to ravish her pussy, to slide his tongue right down to her cunt and plunder inside, to fuck her, to take her. To surround her and make her think of only him. There would be time for that. For now, he had to focus on her.
This was her first time, and he was not going to ruin it.
He kept his touch light, leading her into an orgasm that had her soaking wet.
She was too sensitive to give her a second, so he helped her up the bed and moved between her spread thighs.
Reaching between them, he didn’t look away, knowing this was going to hurt her, but it was what they had to do.
Lining the tip of his cock at her entrance, he looked at her, and then he slammed forward, thrusting past her virginity, feeling how tight she was, and he gritted his teeth as he filled her.
Mateo didn’t stop until he was balls-deep inside her, with nowhere else to go, and he had seen the pain in her eyes.
He heard the scream as he tore through her hymen and finally claimed her as his.
Ella was all his, and he held her in his arms, kissing her lips, her neck, her cheeks, her head, holding her. He didn’t move his dick. Mateo felt like he should get some kind of freaking reward for not coming right there and then, just holding himself perfectly still.
Her pussy was amazing. So tight, so wet, and all his. Never was he going to share her. Never would he let her go. Ella belonged to him, and he was going to make sure she never wanted to leave him.